Chapter 403: 403 42 words: "Allowing the set of weapons"

Outside the castle. Fialaat-la-Volgograd was flying through the air with the fire-breathing castle behind him. No, more accurately, he's jumping. He was running from roof to roof and through the city.

Of course, there was no way that Fialaat could do such a feat with her natural physical abilities. Therefore, at the moment of jumping, he concentrated his magic power into his legs, exploded, and jumped. That's all he did in succession.

This itself is one of the outlandish magic theories that Fialaert once envisioned. If it were possible for everyone, the sphere of human activity would increase dramatically. It was supposed to.

But once again, Fialaert realized that there was a world of difference between theorizing and actually doing. He bit his back teeth painfully and looked at his eyes.

It's really easy to gather magic around your feet. However, it requires a very precise control of magic power to detonate it on a small scale to gain propulsion.

I could easily imagine the roof or my legs popping off if I made a bad move. If I had to do this continuously, it was only natural that my brain would no longer be able to keep up with the processing. His heart was beating loudly as his entire brain felt hot.

Fialaat's face is distorted by the excessive heat, and she gasps for air. His throat feels like it's going to burn, and the image of his legs exploding as his magic runs rampant comes over and over in his mind.

But I can't stop myself. I've been assigned to cover Lugis and Elddis against the demons, and more importantly.

I had to stop her from taking the sky for herself.

"Hey!　Come down here!　What are you doing with her body?

After a couple of runs and a lot of altitude, Fialaat reached out for her white hair. No matter how hard he spread his fingers, he couldn't seem to reach the figure.

Fialaat made several leaps and landings, but each time she felt like her ankles and brain marrow were going to give out.

It was frightening to think that she was flying around at an altitude even higher than that. How much magical power and control technology is needed to operate it? Fearalert hated to even think about it. For humans, the sky is still a distant place.

The white one looked at the black hair below him languidly and said. From the tone of voice, it seemed that it was the jewel Bau-Agathos that was showing its face on the surface.

You're still here. How do you never get tired of me when I can't even reach you? I don't like that kind of persistence in humans. It's not beautiful to do useless things. If you're going to do something with all your might, do something meaningful. I told you her body belongs to me now. It's your human vice to try to find value in impossible and worthless things.

Agathos muttered as if he was fed up and looked away again. Agathos muttered to himself as if he was fed up with it and looked away again. It was the arrogance of looking down at the earth from high in the sky.

But to Agathos, those words were true.

Human civilization is far from the magical level of technology and magic mechanism. Even their physique is weak and they can't do much. And yet they are obsessed with small things, fighting each other and eating each other's flesh. Meaningless, worthless people. At least, that's what Agathos knew people to be. I don't intend to change that perception now. Agathos would be proud to say that he is only saying the right things.

--But for a man named Fialaat, there is nothing more unacceptable.

Fialaat's eyes widen so that the whites of his eyes are clearly visible, and his cheeks twist as he bares his teeth. Fialaat could feel the blood rushing noisily through his body.

Impossible--meaningless, worthless. What a familiar word. Yes, Fialaat thought, those words are often uttered by those who pretend to be knowledgeable and wise.

The people who talk about it usually don't even face the impossibility of it. And yet, they laugh at those who do, and put on a smug face.

They don't even know how desperate those who are declared meaningless and worthless are.

You people who can't find value for yourselves shouldn't talk about things like that. You didn't even know what he was worth, so what the hell do you know?

You don't even know. Fialat puts his magic into your toes. It was as if one or two of his veins had boiled and burst from the amount of magic. The sensation in his fingertips was beginning to fade. But even that doesn't bother me.

A cool breeze caressed my cheek. It was quickly swept away by the heat that Fialaat was generating. His dark eyes simply stare at the arrogance flying through the air.

Fialaert slowly bends his thin legs. He threw away his control and put his magic into his toes, and then he exploded.

This is what it means to burst into sound, Fialaat thought. A cold wind ripped through his ears, dying in his throat. And still he had to jump higher. Higher, higher.

No matter what happened, he would not let anything deny him as he looked forward from lead to gold. He has always reached for what others thought was impossible. I, who affirm him, will not give up even a single thing.

Fialaert reached out with fingers that were about to snap and grabbed the thin arm with all his might. His white eyes widened and he felt his body shake slightly.

After a moment's pause, Agathos opens his mouth.

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"...... What? What's with the smug look on your face? Let go of me. You can shoot him down if you want.　I'm just letting you do it out of the goodness of my heart. Because you saved her life. This is the one time I'm gonna show mercy. Now, get off me.

Agathos says, his lips pouting as if to pounce. His words and actions are a bit juvenile, perhaps because of his current physique.

Fialaert says, clinging to Agathos' small body with both hands. His behavior was as if he were gently holding the other. The words were laced with a slight ragged breath.

No. I'll never let you go. I'm not so sure I'm going to be able to do this. You could shoot me down, but then you wouldn't be unharmed, would you?

At Fialaert's words, Agathos's face twisted into a scowl, and for a moment, his emotions disappeared. Next, a slight irritation began to emerge. Then he clicks his tongue and opens his mouth.

Then he clicks his tongue and opens his mouth, "Well, be careful not to get knocked off, Fialaat. Just so you know, I'm not one to take things easy. Even if you fall, I don't care. Okay.

That's all he said. Agathos stared at the castle. The vortex of magic in its depths was reflected in his eyes.

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In the quarters where only a few soldiers were left. The silver eyes narrowed as if they were wondering where they were going.

He closed the messy note left on his pillow with trembling fingertips and took a few deep breaths. It was only at that point that Kalia noticed that her lips were twisted in a strange way.

I'm calm, I'm very, very calm.

She told herself that several times. If I don't, I'm going to tear up the note in front of me. I can't do that. This is probably what he wrote. It would be a shame to tear it up if it had been left for him by someone who didn't know how to pick up a pen.

But that was not the reason why Kalia could not understand any of the contents of the note. What does it mean to tell me that I am injured and should recuperate?

Well, it's true that I was defeated, and my limbs were badly injured. But that's all. Rest doesn't mean you can't move.

And you've just told me. I'll kill you, demon or not.

Without realizing it, Caria felt her nails dig into her palms. Blood was starting to drip from the tips of her knuckles. But she couldn't stop it.

I'm calm. I'm calm. More than ever.

I tell myself over and over again. I know. Lugis probably left you out of concern for him anyway. She trusted and understood Lugis enough to be able to see that. They hadn't known each other very long.

But that's not what the tidal wave of emotions said. A rage that swallowed up reason and a sorrow that threatened to collapse licked at Kalia's skin.

If it were only for herself, she would sleep in her bed and rest when she was injured. But for him, I want to look good, even if my limbs are bent and twisted.

But I've shown him that I'm defeated. I'm not even given a chance to make up for it. I'm just supposed to lie in bed.

--Oh, what humiliation do you inflict on me, a Titan?

Kalia opened her silver eyes, even tears in them, and picked up the black scarlet. It was already in her hand, as it should be, as if she were absorbing it. It was the myth of the giants themselves, and it was now Kalia's original.

Karia was aware that her self-consciousness was beginning to be replaced by that of a Titan rather than a human. She knows it's not good. He knows it's not good. But he can't stop it anymore. I've accepted what I am now for him.

There was another thought that grew in proportion to this.

The thought that it would be okay to fulfill the pure adoration in my heart by behaving violently. This feeling grew day by day.

Isn't it all right now? There's no need to be patient. That doesn't suit a giant.

I'm sure he already understands his own feelings. Then give him a push and you'll have him. All you have to do is allow yourself to be pushed a little. What, the same thing over and over again.

Letting out a hot breath, Kalia made a decision. It was a decision that she would not have made in the past.

--So I'll allow it once more. But, Lugis. There's no escape for you now.

It's a good thing I'm not the only one who can't do that.

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